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bantha_fodder) wrote2007-02-26 08:05 pm
bantha_fodder) wrote2007-02-26 08:05 pm
[fic] our own legends in the silence [hp] [charlie weasley]
Our Own Legends in the Silence by Pen
Harry Potter, Charlie Weasley, G.
100 words for the dragons.
When the moon is dark, Charlie steps out of his tent and finds the grounds full of people. He thinks at first that he's still asleep, for when he listens he hears nothing he can understand; he concentrates, realises the translation charm has faded.
He does not renew it; he floats on words he cannot understand, their meanings made clear via gestures and smiles.
Above the crowd, a dragon rears, roars; flame rises from its mouth and the firelight reflects off its cold scales. The crowd laughs; smiles fondly and exchanges blessings.
He wishes all could love the dragons so.
Harry Potter, Charlie Weasley, G.
100 words for the dragons.
When the moon is dark, Charlie steps out of his tent and finds the grounds full of people. He thinks at first that he's still asleep, for when he listens he hears nothing he can understand; he concentrates, realises the translation charm has faded.
He does not renew it; he floats on words he cannot understand, their meanings made clear via gestures and smiles.
Above the crowd, a dragon rears, roars; flame rises from its mouth and the firelight reflects off its cold scales. The crowd laughs; smiles fondly and exchanges blessings.
He wishes all could love the dragons so.
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